If only if

things were different 

and I was better

we would slide

not just maneuver 

 

you make a wish

it's half granted

the other half 

is a bar 

of chocolate 

 

we roll and take our chances 

through these

imperfect circumstances

we use our luck and a lot of heart

 

sun comes out 

it's a new climate 

we take our shoes off

and start to dance

 

we're gripped

and the grip comes off

when we're naked 

we start to talk

 

all these problems

fall to the floor

we gather them

and wrap them up